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wink. I stood up, swiftly.
    “All of them? Do you think she’ll be there?” I asked, stupidly.
    Morgan rolled her eyes. “Of course, it is her band after all!”
    “Sorry, Mo. I’m having kind of a...umm...crazy day.” My pulse quickened. “What should I do?” I sounded pathetic now. I couldn’t quite shake the last twenty minutes of my life.
    “Go talk to her. It’s the perfect opportunity.”
    “Really?”
    “Go! Now!” Morgan grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me toward the auditorium. I shuffled my feet slowly, picking up my pace as I walked forward. Morgan gave me a quick thumbs up and ran off down the hallway. I swallowed hard and pulled the red flier from my back pocket. My fingers slid along the worn creases and I read it for the hundredth time.
     
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    ONE NIGHT ONLY
    THE SIGHTS AND SOUNDS OF
    “SISTER RED”
    DOORS OPEN @ 7 PM
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LEVEL 04: Connection
     
     
     
    Stepping through the auditorium doors, I searched the giant room. Most of the overhead lights were turned off, leaving all the seating in shadows. The stage was alive with multicolored lights that lit up every corner of it. The band was casually tweaking their instruments and positions of their equipment. She ...was nowhere to be found.
    Off the right side of the stage stood Mr. Stein, the schools eccentric music teacher. He was sipping on a cup of coffee and bored out of his mind. He supported every kind of musical expression, but preferred that is was written hundreds of years ago and performed with a full orchestra.
    “Come on girls! We only have another fifteen minutes before the Drama Club needs the auditorium,” he announced, through a long yawn. The girls in the band ignored him with a laugh. I kept searching the dark corners of the room. She had to be here somewhere. It was her band, her gig. No luck, she wasn’t here. A lump in my throat appeared as my anxious nerves faded away.
    “Oh well, maybe next time,” I whispered. My relief was more than obvious. I whipped my phone out and inspected the mysterious yellow scar pulsing on my screen. It was luminous in the hardly lit room. My mind started racing with questions again. What had I found? Was it really trying to communicate with me? Was I borderline insane? I needed to get back to my locker. I spun around to begin my journey back to the insanity in my locker, but my turn was stopped abruptly as I smashed into someone rushing through the doors and towards the stage. My phone flew out of my hand, along with the contents that the stranger was carrying. A stack of black and white T-shirts rained all around me, and to the floor. One flipped over my shoulder and rested there as I tried to focus.
    “Watch it!”
    “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” I apologized, embarrassed.
    “No kidding!” she snapped.
    I froze in place as I realized who I had just bumped into, “Olivia.”
    “You need to watch where you’re going!” she cursed. Her long, dark hair was tied loosely in a messy bun on the back of her head. Two black sticks stuck from the roll of hair like an X. Some of her bangs fell past her angry green eyes. Green, I thought to myself. She picked green today. Her nose was adorned with a small, silver stud on the left, and her lips were a dark red frown.
    “I don’t have time for this!” she continued to snarl. Her brow tightened as she watched me frozen by her features. I reached down, picked up a couple shirts and handed them to her. She quickly snatched them from my hand. It snapped me from my zombie-like state.
    “Hi,” I choked. She glared at me. She was so beautiful, even though she looked as if she might hit me. She said nothing and looked around the floor. She settled the scattered shirts into a loose pile.
    “I’m Lucas.” My voice almost failed me. Embarrassment washed over me. She huffed and a small puff of air made her bangs dance in front of